Mooncat Millennia Novels & Stories

Milrac said. "It's not flattery. It's sequencing." She looked between us. "I don't invest in losing positions. You have two nights before a full moon that will either establish the first consciously anchored bond network in three centuries or collapse inward and take forty-one wolves with it." She paused. "I want to be present for whichever one it is." "Why?" I asked.

I look across the battlefield and I see the most beautiful wolf that I have ever laid eyes on but she is about to be ravished by two wolves and I know that I need to stop them before that happens. I am a very unusual wolf. I am almost a thousand years old and I was never meant to have a mate but it looks like the Moon Goddess has different plans for me than even I expected. I have only been the spirit wolf to a chosen few in my five centuries of existence. I have witnessed them finding and losing their mates over and over again. I feel the same heartbreak that my wolves have endured. I am meant to be their strength in great times of need. I am the first spirit wolf ever created by the Moon G

Even a bonfire would have fit in this enormous room, but there was none. I had heard stories of Crescent Moon’s line of Alphas; dark and chilling stories, just like the cold air atop this mountain. Crescent Moon was the very first pack to have been created by the Moon Goddess, the place from which all of our kind, all of our history, ultimately sprang. The great Moonpetal tree resided here; I had always hoped to see it someday. You could practically smell the years in these damp stone walls, speaking of a time that the rest of the packs had long since left behind. A time when cold austerity was the only way to survive.

"James, focus on my voice. You're not them. You're you." His eyes suddenly fixed on mine, pupils dilated beyond normal possibility. "The moon," he gasped in a voice layered with centuries. "It's not a satellite. It's a seal." "What?" "The original seal. The first barrier between realms." Words poured from him like blood from a wound. "When magic was born from human choice, something had to contain it. The moon – constructed, placed, maintained by the first shamans who understood what they'd unleashed." Kieran materialized through void space, Void-Luna gurgling against his chest. "That's impossible. The moon predates supernatural emergence by—"

The Moon Goddess present in the channel. Sorrowful and warm and present. The void present below at the Foundation level. Making and releasing. Not possessive. Still there. Still the original presence. Four hundred years of damage done in the name of a correction that had itself been done in response to a much older change. And in the middle of all of it. Lunar Wolves. Whose original connection was to the void that made the world. And whose long relationship was with the Moon Goddess who had loved them and stayed.

Uncle says. "We got a Luna at home too, she could help," Milo answers him sounding offended. "No offence to your Luna, but she's been a wolf for a long time, she doesn't even remember how she did it, it's natural to her, I've only been a wolf for a hundred years now, every day feels like my first shift, and she's my niece, I'll do anything to help her," My uncle says.

It would not be surprising if this was his doing and it will not go unpunished. The Blood Moon Pack. The bloodmoon pack was, as the name suggested, smeared in a history of blood. The pack was over a thousand years old. It existed since the times when humans and wolves coexisted in the same world, before wolves and humans were forced to segregate and live separately in realms peculiar to each species.

drew it is because I had brought her here before. You see Kara is special, you see. Have you ever heard of the Moon Stone Atlas?" "Yes, but I was told it was a myth and that it didn't really exist." "Oh, it is very real and it is here on your property deep within your mountain chain." I looked at her stand and she just chuckled at me. "You see Atlas, Kara is special because she has been chosen to be the next Moon Stone guardian." I looked at her shocked, "The next Moonstone guardian?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled and continued, "She will be our race's savior. She will be quite powerful once she comes into her full powers and will be sought after by those who want to do us harm. She

Aele says to the attendant. "Mother Aele, I honestly feel like the best way to find out when and how the Moon was stolen would be to speak to the guards who stood watch over the moon for the past 14 days." He says wisely. "Why 14 days though?" Another attendant asks. "I.. I.. say 14 days… be… because it takes 14 days for the moon goddess to go into a coma if anything happens to the moon." The attendant stutters shyly. "He is quite right, Mother Aele! According to the Book of the Moonicles, the moon goddess shall fall into a deep, unnatural sleep if the moon is absent for the space of 14 days." Darlene supports directly.

Give you the whole story. About twenty-one years ago, there was a massive civil war between the werewolf packs in the U.S. The trios—where Selene, our Moon Goddess and creator, mated three wolves together instead of the traditional two—were making a comeback after being hunted nearly to extinction. And plenty of wolves weren’t happy about that. Civil war broke out. We won. Trios were allowed to exist again.